I am a lousy knitter. I can make the most incredible things while sewing or cross-stitching, but when I knit everything goes wrong. I mean EVERYTHING. I do all the mistakes that are possible. I don’t know how many knitting projects I have around in the house left undone because I lost the battle with the mistakes. Luckily I’m blessed with bad memory. This means that I keep attempting to learn how to knit hoping that “this time” I will succeed. And that is where I am now, ready for a new attempt. It’s been a long enough time since last time I tried. This time I have allied with a knitting master, my grandmother.

We are travelling together for a week, which of 2x3 hours is on a plain (which means no escape). I have to take advantage of this perfect opportunity to learn how to knit. When I come to think of it, I’m not sure which one of us, my grandmother or me, is the bravest; me for trying to learn to knit again or her for teaching me. The answer is my grandmother, because I have zero patience.

This is my first day as a blogger. Amazing. I used to write a diary from I was eight till I was 25 years old. Many years. I am not going to use the blog as a diary, in the sence of writing daily. I will use it as a place where I once in a while can share some of all the things that happen in my life. Everyday life. This is my life in yonder; Between here and there, distant but within sight. You are welcome to follow me on this journey.